Spike Spiegel

Original

Goddamn. Yeah.

'Cause you got a little buzz, don't think it's a light year.

Gotta be consistent still, always moving, and I can't keep still. Since a kid, I was always skilled.

Back then, I had to skip on meals.

Off rapping, I had a dream of mills, in my bank with a plan of having a fam in this modern day like Phil.

But life got real and the heart got deeper.

And that girl that you thought was a keeper taught you don't try keep her, reaper.

Back in the game like FIFA street, I'm scoring again and this new ting peak her.

She like the way that my voice cuts through with the bass and tone of my speaker.

Now she blowing my horn like Lisa, but I still won't simp, son.

'Cause she writing a list of things that I never did, but it's never what I want.

And so many bygones piling up, gotta charge it from all the pylons.

'Cause life gets messy and life too heavy to let that shit take your life from. All of the things that's possible wins.

I'ma get it nonetheless, even if it kills me, Lazarus.

Man, I feel like Ray Shargo, I could never fall when I move through treacherous.

Here's an example.

The system against us, so we finesse and it don't feel bad, we're resentful.

Me and bro like Spike and Jet 'cause we living our life from check to check.

Gotta check, keep good, not debt or death for the work, been vacant, less and less. Everybody wanna eat neck to neck.

Who can get there first when they ready, set. Go, go, go, gotta step, go press with a foot on the gas, tryna bake my bread.

Heard Jesus told me save my stress.

Prayer's heard, but still I let fear take over, scared of debt and an endless chase of making ends.

Meeting me again against, said, "God forbid," so I bid my pen. Wages on my skill and strength.

When I get my bounty, saved or spent.

Yeah.

I can't beg and beg and live off government cheese, I'm pressed.

'Cause I need more P's and I really considered selling an arm and a leg, I'm desperate, pestered. London is cold, my heat have festered.

Look at the shit we carry, holding. Carrying traumas from all the olders, shit's been lasting.

Except from the paychecks, living off way less, still been the last one standing.

Can't throw in the towel, I'm sweating.

I remember when mum was fasting, praying she got more peace, tryna raise three kids with a will like Catherine.

I got hope and dreams for the team in whips, not rented like Blockbuster. I got a plan that stands, so

I'm standing straight on business, I got good posture.

Dream chasers, look at my roster. Clean papers, no money launder.

Could bang four to a four, that's the lobster. Among us, but ain't an imposter.

I'm not in their ways and adopting a wave or trend for the people to foster.

Got blood in my veins that's pumping my brain to an active of way to get richer.

So I get it.

Yeah, yeah.

Me and bro like Spike and Jet 'cause we living our life from check to check.

Gotta check, keep good, not debt or death for the work, been vacant, less and less.

Everybody wanna eat neck to neck. Who can get there first when they ready, set.

Go, go, go, gotta step, go press with a foot on the gas, tryna bake my bread. Heard

Jesus told me save my stress.

Prayer's heard, but still I let fear take over, scared of debt and an endless chase of making ends.

Meeting me again against, said, "God forbid," so I bid my pen. Wages on my skill and strength.

When I get my bounty, saved or spent.